Date: Thu, 4 Mar 2004 10:13:09 -0500 (EST)
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: I Think I'm Going To Like It Here--2

Still drying his hair. Chris sat on the bed next to me.

"You didn't get the pages stuck together, did you?"

I smiled.  "No."

He smiled back.  "Do you know what that means?"

"Yeah, I know."

"What?"

I was kind of embarrassed to answer but felt I had no choice.

"It means did I jerk off on it"  I couldn't believe I was talking about
jerking off with an adult.

He chuckled.  "I wasn't sure you were old enough to know about that."

No kid likes being told he's too young for something. "Of course I'm old
enough."

He was silent for a moment as he dried his hair some more.  With the
towel in front of his face I was able to stare at his cock some more
without him noticing.  It was fat and pink with a big plum-shaped head.
He was cut, like me.  I didn't even know about uncut cocks at that
point.

He put down the towel.   "Have you looked at Playboy before?"

I told him I had, about getting them from Todd's brother.

He looked at me intently for a few seconds.  "Have you ever seen a
hard-core magazine?"

I wasn't sure what he meant.  "What?"

"You know.  Porn.  Pictures of people really...doing it."

I had always thought porn was pictures like Playboy's except you could
actually see between the girls' legs  I'd never seen any and never felt
I was missing anything.

"No.  I've never seen one."  I felt like I should act like I was
interested.

Chris got up and went over to his closet.  I stared at his muscular back
and his smooth ass.  I thought it was funny I'd never really noticed any
guy's ass before.  I guess I was always too interested in their front.

He rummaged around in a box on a shelf and came back to the bed with a
couple of magazines, handing me one.

"Here.  Check this out."

I glanced at the cover and thought my heart would stop.  A garish red
and yellow border surrounded a picture of a good looking man in his
twenties wearing a jacket and tie.  His pants were open and the biggest
cock in the world was sticking up.  Some blond girl had her lips wrapped
around the end of it.  The title on the magazine read "Girls Who Crave
Big Cocks."

I stared at the picture for what seemed like an hour, then, with my
hands trembling, began to look through the magazine.  There were some
more pictures of the same couple, with the guy eventually losing his
clothes and finally sticking that giant dick up the girl's cunt.  There
were other couples too.  None of the men were as good looking as the guy
on the cover, but most of them had cocks just as big.  I couldn't tell
you what the girls looked like, because I didn't notice.

When I finally got to the end of the magazine I looked over at Chris,
who had been looking through another, similar, one.  The magazine was
instantly forgotten, because sticking up from Chris's groin was a cock
every bit as hard, and only slightly smaller than the ones in the
pictures.  I wasn't sure how many more shocks l could take before my
heart just stopped.  I just couldn't believe that somebody would let
someone else see them with a hardon, and yet he seemed completely
unconcerned that I was looking.  Finally he glanced over and saw me
staring.  He smiled at me and looked down at his dick.

"Looks like Junior wants some attention."

I think I managed some intelligent response like "What?"

He flicked the end of his dick with his thumb, making it bounce.

"I think maybe I need to do something about this."  He looked at me.
"Any suggestions?"

What was I supposed to say?  I had no idea, but I heard myself saying
weakly "I guess you could jerk off."  As the words left my mouth I was
sure he would clobber me.  You couldn't just tell somebody to jerk off.
An adult!  From what I knew jerking off was the most private, secret
thing you could do.  More so even than taking a dump.  You didn't talk
about it with somebody else!

I guess I was wrong.

Chris grinned at me.  "That's just what I was thinking."  He paused.
"Gonna join me?"

Was he nuts?  Me looking at him was one thing but I couldn't let him, or
anybody, watch me.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Gonna join me?  You must be hard too."

Of course I was hard.  Rock hard.  But that wasn't the point.

"Um, no.  That's OK.  I don't think so.  But you can if you want."
(Please, please, please)

For the first time since I met him, Chris seemed a little annoyed.  "I
don't think so.  I'm not going to put on a show for you.  That's too
weird."  His manner softened. "Come on.  You must want to.  It'll be
fun.  Why not?"

Why not?  Well.  Uh.  Well, uh, why not?  I knew I couldn't let somebody
see my dick or, even worse watch me masturbate, but suddenly I couldn't
remember exactly why.  And just as suddenly I knew I wanted to.

I started to unfasten my belt and Chris's face lit up.  "Well all
right!"  I undid the button and pulled down the zipper. Was I really
letting him watch me pull down my zipper?  So it seems.

I paused.  "It's a lot smaller than yours."

"Well I hope so.  If I'm no bigger than a thirteen year old I'd have to
shoot myself.  You have plenty of time to grow."

Reassured on that point, I stuck my thumbs under my waistband and pushed
down my undershorts and jeans together.  As the waistband rubbed against
my dick I felt a twinge and knew I was very close to cumming.

Chris was watching closely as my cock and balls came into view. "That's
not so small.  Not at all."  Actually I was pretty proud of my dick. I
hadn't seen any others but it had grown so much in the last year I
thought it was great.  It only seemed small to me compared to Chris's.

Completely unexpectedly. Chris reached over and grasped my dick between
two fingers. He gave it about half a stroke and it was all over.  I was
helpless as with four or five deep throbs I shot the biggest load of my
life.  It felt more intense than all the orgasms I'd ever had put
together.  It felt like my balls were dissolving and shooting up through
my cock.  My cum went spraying everywhere.  I'd never felt anything
better...and , once I regained my senses, I'd never been more
embarrassed in my life.

"Oh my God,  I'm sorry.  I couldn't help it.  I'm sorry. I'll clean it
up."  I'd shot cum all over me, my teeshirt, Chris, his bed, everywhere.

Chris wasn't exactly laughing but he was close.  He grabbed his damp
towel and began to wipe up the mess.

"Chris,  I'm sorry," I said again.

"Stop saying you're sorry.  That's what was supposed to happen.  That's
the way it works.  You know that."

"Yeah, but...your bed..."

"Don't worry about it."  He held the towel and looked around.  "Did I
miss any?"  He looked up.  "The ceiling...?

We both laughed and he pulled me back on the bed.  We lay side by side,
his arm around my shoulders.  I looked down and saw he was still hard.


Part 3 soon.  Thanks for the encouraging responses.